been willing to look at each other. They had known it was
Mr. Munn had walked down the street and across the
courthouse square to the jail. They had let him into the cell.
He had not known how, exactly, to say it to Doctor Mac-
"Durn it," Doctor MacDonald exclaimed, "just like I said,
sitting round so much makes me bilious. It's not natural to a
man to be sitting round. And this time of year your blood
needs thinning like as not, anyway, I'm sure glad they'll be
starting the trial in a few days."
Mr. Munn said nothing.
" Of course," Doctor MacDonald added, almost cheerfully,
"they might decide to keep me indoors for quite a spell
afterward. Bilious or not."
" You ought never given yourself up," Mr. Munn said bit-
terly, not looking at him. " You ought never come down that
night. It wasn't necessary. They would have gone away.
After what happened."
" Hell, Perse, you keep saying that. How did I know what
was happening downstairs, hearing that shooting and all?
Anything might have been going on, and me in the attic,
" You ought never come down," Mr. Munn repeated.
"Well, I did," Doctor MacDonald said, "and here I am.
Only hope I don't stay here too long."
"Listen," Mr. Munn commanded, leaning toward him,
looking at him now, " I don't know what evidence they got,
but I bet they don't nail you. Wilkins is a good man, a
damned good lawyer; he's no fool; he'll see to it that jury's
not all one way-----*'
" Sure, Wilkins is all right, I'm not denying that," Doctor
MacDonald said. "But I still wish you'd taken the case.
Like I asked."
" And have your lawyer get arrested hi the middle of it?
They may get me any day. Any day they think they've got
evidence that'll stick. WOkins, he'll manage."